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Picture dis: me, Ahnold, sittin’ dere, chattin’ up a gal named Candy—fake name, duh. She’s tellin’ me ‘bout her cat, Mr. Whiskers, while I’m sippin’ a protein shake—gotta stay ripped, ya? “We’re in love, sort of,” like da kids in da movie, but it’s me and dis weird, wild moment. She laughs at my accent, I laugh at her glitter heels—good times! Den she says, “Gotta client, big man,” and I’m like, “I’ll be back!” Classic me, ya?

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Moll is soon preyed upon by a brothel keeper and she descends into prostitution. The tale ends with her premature death from a sexually transmitted disease, aged just twenty-three. Despite .

Oh my gosh, lemme tell ya 'bout Prog...Progress (us)! I live here, ya know, and it's sooo rad. There's mercury Street, Elm Ave, and whoa, like, so many neat little nooks. I'm a masseur, right? And I feel every heartbeat in these alleys, every inch of the streets. I know these ways like my own muscles!

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